Imminent Domain

Spreading, enveloping,

                       Pressing

The world lies strangled

Under marching feet

                      Like ants

Across Leiningen’s fields

    Iron mandibles crush

And sever        split and

steal             everything

   Is borne    to far away

Queens       to devour                    

While dribbling eggs 

from bloated    bursting

   Abdomens

Perpetuating successive

Waves of voracious 

drones            that take

And take              until

Nothing          survives

              What then?